An M2A1 Halftrack drove off a landing craft onto a beach on Isla Nublar.

"Up the beach. Up the beach. Let's go!" A man ordered.

Vic Hoskins had called in operatives from the InGen Security Division to stop the Indominus rex.

"Units on standy, ready for go." A bearded contractor said to Hoskins.

"Good."

"They give you the green light yet?" The man asked.

"They will." Hoskins said. An InGen officer handed Hoskins a radio.

Barry, meanwhile, was spying on the M2A1 Halftrack and a M3 Scout Car driving InGen Security officers down the beach.

He pulled out a radio.

"Owen, we have a situation here." Barry said.

The radio just relayed static.

Barry swore in frustration.